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We got up well before sunrise, as we had planned. After all, seeing the sunrise there was one of the reasons that made us going that place. The sun appears over the Everest area and it's worthless trying to describe it. The peaks seem even more unreal at that time of the day, with all the haze and its changing colours. One almost forgets the cold. It's amazing how temperature varies between day and night in those high places - summer during the day, winter during the night. At that early hour, there were already some boys selling postcards and posters with profiles of the views we could see.
On the way back to Kathmandu, at the middle of the morning we regretted that we couldn't leave the bus in Baktaphur and then return by any other mean. I wanted to try to solve my document problem.
As soon as we arrived Kathmandu, I went the indian embassy. We had been told by some jerk woman of the portuguese foreign minister that India represented Portugal in Nepal. I was badly impressed by the look of the indian embassy - rather miscared gardens and buildings, old furniture and officials dressed much old fashioned. The place looked a lot those nepali offices that I had known the days before. I wasn't treated badly, though. They found very strange that story of their representation of Portugal and advised me to go to the british embassy, as every country seems to be represented by them.
I was very well impressed at the british embassy. Luckily it was nearby and I was allowed to enter in spite of they had closed 15 minutes before after I convinced the guard, a gurka soldier, that my situation was special. After explaining the situation to an official, I talked on the phone with the consul, who informed me that I should get i touch with the german embassy, as they were legally obliged to take care of every EU (European Union) citizen from countries without diplomatic representation in the place where they were. That because that it's one of the incumbences of the country that has the presidency of EU and at that time it was Germany. He was kind enough as to told me also not to worry if they couldn't help me and to come to him again in that case. I was seeing some light at the end of the tunnel after all! Not only I had someone that teoretically should take care of my problems, but there it was also the british consul offering himself to help me.
After leaving the british embassy I had some difficulties reaching the german embassy. First I took a rikshaw that didn't know where it was or didn't understand where I wanted to go. He had to ask the way a lot of times and he ended up taking me to the gate of the Pakisthan embassy (!). After some more meters I had pitty on him carrying me in those steeps streets and I decided to try to go by foot. The area where most of the embassies are located is rather deserted and not much frequented by public transportations, that was the only reason I took the first thing transportation that appeared.
After some time walking, I knew already where I was in the map I had, so I concluded that it would be a long walk. I took the first auto rikshaw that appeared. Luckily the driver knew where the german embassy was located. It was closed, but I managed to talk with an official that informed me who should I contact by phone after lunch, some lady who was attachee of the consul.
The phone call to that kind lady calmed me even more. Although she wasn't too optimistic, she confirmed that it was their obligation to take care of my problem and I could apply for a german passport, although that would be a little bit complicated. She made some irony with their german bureaucracies at that point. She was happy to know that I didn't need any money and I had my portuguese id. card with me. Things seemed to be getting better for my side. I went to the Thai Air office to see if they could issue another ticket and I was told that wouldn't be difficult to arrange.
We didn't do anything special during the rest of the day.
Our company at dinner were a group of germans couples and a dutch couple. We were occupying one of extremities of their table and after some times being intrigued with our language, they asked if we were russians. We spent quite some time talking and drinking beer. The dutch couple had benn recently in Annapurna, "cheating" a lot on the circuit (they used the airplane on more than one occasion). They were a nice couple and she was very amusing, allways joking about everything. They were very fond of Portugal, where they had been for several weeks some years ago. They gave us some advices. He reccomended vividly their hotel in Pokhara, the Twin Peaks. She wasn't so sure about it being the best option...
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